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[fuzzyghost]

[anielskaaniela]

10 Best Sweater Shaver Reviews: Tested on Clothes

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[strawberri-syrup]

should i redo my class schedule and figure out what credits i need? yes. my enrollment timeslot is wednesday morning. will i? no. i am going to depill all of my clothes instead

[highmarshall-azure]

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[fabricshavers]

Best Fabric Shaver for Clothes

In today's fast-paced world, maintaining a well-groomed appearance is essential, and nothing ruins the look of your favorite clothing faster than unsightly fabric pills and lint. Fortunately, fabric shavers provide a simple yet effective solution to this problem. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into the world of fabric shavers and help you choose the best one for your specific needs. Whether you're dealing with sweaters, blankets, or upholstery, this guide will equip you with the knowledge to make an informed decision.

Best Fabric Shaver for Clothes:

Before we dive into the selection process, it's important to understand the culprits behind the frustration: fabric pills and lint. Fabric pills are small, fuzzy balls that form on the surface of clothing due to friction and wear. Lint, on the other hand, refers to loose fibers that accumulate on fabric, making it appear dull and aged. Fabric shavers offer a quick and effective way to remove these annoyances, rejuvenating your clothes and giving them a fresh, like-new appearance.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Fabric Shaver:

 Power and Performance: Look for a fabric shaver with a powerful motor and sharp blades. This ensures efficient removal of pills and lint without damaging the fabric. Opt for models with adjustable speed settings to tackle different types of fabrics.

Design and Ergonomics:

Consider the shaver's design and ergonomics. A lightweight and comfortable grip will make the shaving process more effortless and reduce hand fatigue. Additionally, choose a shaver with an easily removable lint container for hassle-free cleaning.

Versatility:

 Different fabric types require different treatment. Select a fabric shaver that comes with various attachments or adjustable settings to accommodate delicate fabrics like silk and cashmere, as well as sturdier materials like wool or upholstery.

Battery Life and Portability:

For convenience and flexibility, opt for a fabric shaver with a long-lasting battery. Cordless models allow freedom of movement and are perfect for traveling or quick touch-ups on the go.

Top Fabric Shavers on the Market:

In this section, we will highlight some of the best fabric shavers available on the market today. (You can provide a list of specific fabric shaver models along with their key features, prices, and user ratings.)

Tips for Effective Fabric Shaving:

To maximize the performance and longevity of your fabric shaver, here are a few handy tips:

Always read the manufacturer's instructions before using the shaver.

Use gentle, circular motions when shaving delicate fabrics.

Stretch the fabric taut to achieve better results.

Clean the lint container regularly to maintain optimal performance.

Store your fabric shaver in a safe and dry place to prevent damage.

Conclusion:

Fabric shavers are indispensable tools for anyone looking to maintain the appearance and extend the lifespan of their favorite garments. By investing in a best lint remover for clothes and following proper usage techniques, you can bid farewell to fabric pills and lint. Remember to consider factors such as power, design, versatility, and battery life when choosing the perfect fabric shaver for your needs. With the information provided in this guide, you're now equipped to make an informed decision and enjoy a pill-free wardrobe. Happy fabric shaving!

[forsworned]

Random shower thought:

What if you and Johnny were so close that it actually perplexes the 141. Like when you two share clothes and food, platonically cuddle up under blankets, and use each other's chapsticks because it's all the same to you guys, but they kinda leave you be about it.

So it's almost not even that shocking when you walk into the shower after Johnny finishes up. He's clad in his towel, barely hanging off his hips, combing out his mohawk and your eyes go straight to his Manscape electric shaver.

Your eyes drift to his happy trail. "You mind if I helped you with manscaping?"

Johnny cocks a brow and looks at you through the mirror, amusement written all over his features down to that Cheshire-like smile. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, you trust me?" You pick up the shaver and examine it, and then glance over at him.

"With my life."

"So?"

He unravels his towel and--

"Gol-ly! You are one hairy sonuvabitch!" You chuckle, taking a gander at his junk that seems to be lost in the 'bushel'. "I mean I knew you were hairy but dayum!"

"A'right! Ye said ye'd do it!!" He laughs, pulling up the washroom stool. You sit and get to work, both of you forgetting that the bathroom door is open. Of course, Simon is the first to pass by. He's not too surprised to hear the sound of an electric shaver while the washroom door is ajar in a male-dominated space. Hell, even you have your moments.

But he literally chokes on his ale when he sees what you two are up to.

"Bloody hell, you two." He grumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Hey there, L.t." Johnny toasts his water bottle at him before taking a swig himself.

Your head is the only thing saving Simon's eyes from seeing Johnny's junk and he's thankful for that.

"What's the matter?" Price's voice pipes up as he comes in the front door with Kyle, both holding bags of groceries. Simon doesn't say a word, causing Kyle and Price to share a look.

You simply shrug and go back to what you were doing. Curiosity gets the best of them and they get gander at what activity you two are engaging in.

"Jesus Christ." Price groans, trekking to the kitchen wanting absolutely no part in your shenanigans.

"Havin' fun there, y/n?" Kyle laughs, stuffing a opened bag of chips into his mouth.

You turn to him with a smile, "you see it's quite a hairy situation."

Simon and Price audibly groan while the rest of you share a laugh. Add that to the list of fuckery that goes on under the 141 household

[tojisth3rdwife]

“Bout time you answered the damn phone..”

You wrinkle your nose at the hint of attitude in Toji’s deep voice, finding it a little cute since you knew that just his personality.

With your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, you continued working down the mountain of laundry in the basket on your living room floor.

“Uhm, rude?” you snort, tossing a freshly folded towel to join its appropriate pile before picking up another.

“What ever happened to ‘hello’ or ‘hey big booty’ ?”

“I reserve those types of greetings for girlfriends that pick up the first time I call.”

At that you roll your eyes, snatching up another towel.

“Girlfriends? So theres others?” you begin folding it. The faint sound of echoe’d music and a muffled voice requesting assistance in the frangrance department let you know Toji was out and about, more than likely at some convenience store.

The big nasty was probably restocking on condoms and that special brand of lube he used on you a while back. The one that resulted in you needing to change your bed sheets.

Twice.

“See, I could play your game and say there are others just to fuck with you....’xcuse me...” he pauses to say to an older woman he squeezed past in the aisle.

“...but you cant take a damn joke and I plan on getting some tonight.”

You pert your lips at the statement but dont argue. Even in the several months you and Toji became exclusive, it was true that his sense of humor surpassed yours when it came to him and other women. You werent nearly as possessive or jealous as he was (usually), but he knew better than to test it.

“Smart. Im glad you value your life. Talk to me nice.” you respond in the most brattish way, making your boyfriend chuckle dryly on the other end of the phone.

“Shut up. Anyway, what kind of soap do you use again? I vaguely remember what it looks like but theres 5 bottles that match what I see in my brain.”

“Soap? Like to wash my body?” you furrow your brow distractedly, continuing to fold clothes.

“Naw to wash your dog.” he tosses back sarcasticaly. If there was a camera crew in your house, you’d be glancing at them with a deadpanned look of annoyance.

You didnt have a dog.

“Would it be so hard just to answer a question? I swear I dont like you sometimes.” you mutter, flapping out the pair of pants you were about to fold and Toji’s smirk is as audidle as his snickering.

“But you love me all the time. Now stay focused. Soap. The kind you wash your ass with.”

You sigh in exasperation at the simple question. And it was for sure simple ,but as many times as Toji had been in your shower, sometimes with you, he should be able to know which damn soap you used.

Old ass..

“Dr.Bronner’s babe. Unscented..”

“The light blue one. See, I knew I remembered it.”

Toji snatches the largest bottle of pure castile soap from the shelves. His massive hand grasps it effortlessly as he made his way to another aisle, squinting at a display of electric shavers curiously.

“Well alright. Thats all I wanted. Carry on cheating or whatever you doing..”

You let out a loud breath, tossing the pair of pants aside.

“Why are you like this? That’s not funny, you know?”

“What?” Toji strolls leisurely down the shave aisle now, eyeing the array of products.

“You saying shit like that. Accusing me of cheating every time I don’t pick up or text back fast. Its irritating..” you huff, aggressively flapping out another pair of sweats that you immediately knew belonged to Toji.

“Is it?”

“Is it?” You mock him, balling up his oversized joggers scornfully and throwing them on the floor. God he was annoying. If he werent so fine, and tall, and big..

And fit.

And sexy.

And intimidating.

And..

What were we talking about?

A breathy chuckle vibrates against your ear, as well as the echoing *beep* of the cashiers growing louder, both yanking you off your tangent.

“Aww, mama. Don’t be like that. I only say it as a joke. I know you’d never cheat on me ‘cuz my dick’s too big.” Toji remarks all too casually, not even acknowledging the way an old man shoots him a disgustingly surprised look at his crudeness out loud as he walked past him.

You snort in amusement and shake your head.

“True. But don’t be so sure. Theres plenty of trees in the forest.” You remark cheekily, glad that you weren’t in front of him after saying that. Part of you wished you were though. Watching those pretty beady eyes of his shrink with his glare was equal parts scary and arousing. To your surprise, Toji finds your rebuttal funny enough to laugh.

“You must really want me to fold your ass like a futon, huh? Just wait, I’ll be by there later.”

Toji turns to get in line at a check out lane. A little girl standing with her mother behind him stares up at his back with wide eyes, probably never seeing a man of his size and stature. Ya boy was scraping at 6’3 barefoot, so in shoes he was surely around 6’4. Even you would find yourself gaping up at him when he stood in front of you.

“Yeah? What you gon do?

*beep*

Toji shuffles forward, the scarred corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

“Fold you like a futon. Duh. You want candy?” He quickly changes the subject distractedly, falling victim to the mini wall of chocolate bars and gum.

The threat makes your core flutter while his subtle way of always keeping you in mind had you biting down on your grin as you continued folding laundry.

“Nooo, Baby. I don’t want candy. Thank you though.” You giggle, rolling your eyes.

“Well dont ask for some of mine ‘cuz I aint sharing..” Toji grumbles, still picking up two candy bars.

“Mmhmm.”

Having folded the final article of clothing and setting it aside, you sink back into the couch cushions with a huff, lifting your hand to untuck your phone and hold it against your ear.

“So wait, thats why you were blowing me up? Over soap?”

“Basically. I wanted you to have your own for when you stay with me. I know you have sensitive skin and shit…” he responds before reciprocating the cashiers greeting as he set his items on the belt.

“Awwww DaddyBear, how considerate of you. I wanna kiss you now, instead of slapping your face”

“Youre too easy to impress woman. Its just soap. You leave shit at my apartment anyway so I figured you’d wanna have something to shower with too.”

“I know but it’s still sweet. Come over now so I kiss on you and touch your butt.”

Toji snorts at your antics, knowing damn well he wasn’t letting your hands go anywhere near his ass.

“Yeah yeah. I gotta swing by Shui’s to pick up some money then Im gonna head your way.”

“Ok. But wait, you still could have just texted me that. Why call and make a fuss?”

“Damn. Maybe I also just like hearing your whiny ass voice y’know?”

You sigh, your giddiness fading immediately.

“Just hurry up and come over, ass.”

“See? Can never take a joke.”

“Bye Toji.”

“See you later Big Booty..”

<call ended>

[dearstvckyx]

‘whats an everything shower?’ - lh43

pairing : Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

genre : fluff (very clingy luke)

mentions : shaver / razor

Luke Hughes sat inside the dim bathroom, his back against the doorframe, legs stretched out in front of him. It had been months since he and his gf of 6 years had been in the same place for more than a few days. Between his commitments with the NJ Devils and playing for Team USA, their time together had been short. But now, in their shared Michigan lake home, he couldn't bear to be apart from her—even if she was just on the other side of the shower curtain.

"Babe, come on," he groaned, tapping his fingers on the floor. "How long does it take to shower?"

He heard her laugh softly from behind the curtain. "I'm doing my everything shower, Luke. It takes time."

His fingers stopped tapping and as he looked at the cupboard in front of him before slowly looking at her silhouette through the curtain, he asked her, "Your what?"

"It's when I do everything," she explained laughing lightly, her voice echoing slightly in the tiled bathroom. "Shaving, exfoliating, hair mask, face mask, deep conditioning—everything. It's like a spa day, but in the shower."

Luke sighed dramatically, making sure she could hear it. "But I miss you. You've been in there forever."

She chuckled again. "It's only been 30 minutes, Luke. Patience."

"I have no patience when it comes to you," he replied, a hint of a smile in his voice. "I just got you back, and now you're hiding in the shower."

The girl in the shower rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see it. "I'm not hiding. I'm just trying to unwind. I love my everything showers."

Luke leaned his head back against the doorframe, closing his eyes. "Okay, okay. I'll be quiet. But hurry up, okay? I want to spend every second with you."

She smiled to herself, feeling the warmth of his words. "Alright, I'll try to be quick. But no promises. This is sacred time."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine. Just know I'll be right here, waiting. Always."

Their laughter filled the small bathroom, a comforting reminder that despite the time apart, their bond remained as strong as ever. And as she continued her everything shower, she took comfort in knowing that Luke, her clingy but loving boyfriend, was just a few feet away, waiting to wrap her in his arms once more.

Finally, Luke heard water stopped running, and his girlfriend emerged stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel with her hair piled on top of her head. Luke's eyes lit up as soon as he saw her.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, standing up and immediately pulling her into a tight hug. "I thought you'd never come out."

She laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. "I told you it takes time."

He nuzzled his face into her damp hair, breathing in her familiar scent. "You're worth the wait," he murmured against her skin. "Every single second."

His girlfriend pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I missed you so much, Luke."

"I missed you too," he said softly, cupping her face in his hands. "But now we're here, together. And I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Well," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him gently. "I still have to change." she said, cause the taller boy to groan.

“Just throw on one of my shirts or jersey. Not like you haven’t worn my clothes before.” Luke said to her, winking in the last sentence, which resulted in a playful smack from the shorter girl.

As they finally settled into bed, Luke pulled her close, his arms wrapped securely around her. "Goodnight, my girl," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight, Luke," she replied, snuggling into his embrace. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said softly, closing his eyes. "Always."

And with that, they drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that no matter the distance or time apart, their love would always bring them back to each other.

[cadencejames87]

@unearthlydust posted this gif and I had the filthiest fluffing thot...

Good Morning JBB

WARNINGS: Hand job, cock warming, p in v...

Walking into your shared bath to find Bucky getting ready for the day, but he's shaving his scruff that you love so much. Leaning against the door frame, biting your lip as you admire him, you have a sneaky idea.

You walk up behind him and snuggle into him, your head laying on his back as you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight.

"Good morning to you to, doll." He smiles, holding your hand close to his heart, fingers intertwined.

You pepper kisses on his back, "Can you do that one-handed?"

"I'm not about to let go." He trades the brush for a shaver.

"But I need two hands." You whine as your free hand roams over his abs, down beneath the towel. The towel falls open, yet stays trapped between your bodies. Your hand wraps around his large cock and gives it a few slow pumps.

"I definitely can't shave while you're doing that." His let's out a soft breath as his head leans back. "What do you need the other hand for, sweet girl?"

"I want to play with your balls." You pout, peeking around his large frame to his reflection; the view making your knees weak. Your big strong supersoldier, putty in your hands, eyes squeezed shut.

"No." Before you can question him, he's yanking you around him, the towel falls to the floor, and Bucky is planting a passionate, starved kiss on your lips. You pull away, giggling. Gasping in the same breath as he lifts you onto the counter and tears your night shorts away. Your arms fly around his broad shoulders for support. More giggles escape your lips as he trails kisses along your jaw, down your neck to that sweet spot behind your ear. "Jamie!"

"That's it baby, say my name." He collects your wetness along the head of his beautiful cock before lining up and sinking into you, eyes locked on yours as he does. He tucks your hair behind your ear, "So beautiful."

"God, I love you. And your scuff." Your eyes fall to the mess of shaving cream on his face with a frown.

He leans in and kisses you softly. "Then I'll keep it."

You reach for a cloth and Bucky turns on the tap for you to wet it. As you gently clean the offending foam from his face he slowly rocks in and out of you. His piercing blue eyes are on yours as you let out soft gasps, and look into his.

[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #28) - Finale

FEB28: Reader Request - John Needs a Shave

Concept idea from my besites, @ofdivinity01 and @glitterypirateduck! Hope y'all like it!

xoxoxoxoxoxox

John’s hand was cleaned and bandaged, but he had hurt it pretty badly. He had been cleaning a huge fish outside on the patio, one that he had caught himself from the river behind your house, and the knife caught and slipped, jamming into his palm. It was healing fine, but he was struggling with his grip.

“Bloody hell!” He shouted from the bathroom, and you heard a metallic clatter follow with it. 

You hurried to check on him, rushing to his side,

“John? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, love,” he sighed out of frustration, “It’s just this hand. Can’t grab my shaver properly. Tired of this messy face, and I’m sure you are, too.”

He smiled down at you, half-shaven and half-wild. You shook your head,

“It’s okay, babe. But, we can’t have you walking around half-finished. Can I help?”

“Ever used a straight razor?”

“No,” you sighed, “But, I can go slowly.”

“Aye,” he nodded, “Alright.” 

“Here,” you said, staring up at his great height, “Why don’t you come have a seat in the kitchen.”

You set him up by the sink, filling up a bowl with water to wash the razor, and squirting some shaving cream into your palm. He was sitting in the chair, and you hovered over him, smearing the soft foam onto his skin, making sure to leave his chops and sideburns untouched. 

“Chin’s the hard part, so just do little strokes,” he instructed, “And, hey,” he grabbed your arm, “Thank you for this.”

You kissed his forehead, 

“No problem, John. I’ve got you.”

You set to work, shaving off his chin bit by bit. The razor made quiet little scraping noises, and you tried to cut as close as you could to the skin without nicking him. It was hard to get the right angle. 

“Sorry,” you said, “Do you mind if I sit in your lap. It’s hard for me to –”

“Tha’s fine, love,” John uncrossed his leg and patted his thigh. 

You straddled him, trying to ignore the fire that rose in your belly. You focused back on your work, moving down to his neck. With each little swipe and swish of your blade, you noticed that he was breathing a little harder. You stopped, looking up at him,

“Are you alright? Do you need a break?”

There was a low rumble in his chest that was almost a moan, and then he answered darkly, 

“No…”

He put both of his hands on your hips in a very familiar fashion, and you shifted your weight. As you did, you felt him, hard as a lead pipe beneath you. 

“Ahh…” You smiled, “I see. Be patient, mister. Almost done.”

He grunted in response, choosing to remain silent. 

You didn’t spare him any mercy while he was under your body. You shifted back and forth, teasing his rigid cock, shaving even slower, taking longer than you needed to. And by the time you were done, cleaning up the stray foam, your husband was a panting, growling mess. 

The last wipe of the dry cloth brought his face down to yours, his mouth only inches from your lips, and you could taste his warm breath. 

You kissed him languidly, not giving him any room to be ravenous with you, and you smiled coyly, 

“All done, babe. How does it feel?”

He scooped you up, leaving the chair in the kitchen, and lay you on the couch, shucking your pajama pants off of your body and spreading your legs apart with his rough hands. He chuckled, 

“Why don’t you tell me?”

That's all, folks! Here lies the end of our smutless, fluffy adventure. Thanks so much to everyone for all of their support. I would've stopped weeks ago if it wasn't for y'all. Looking back, I think this exercise really helped me improve, and it got me out of my rut.

If you had a good time, please consider donating to my coffee fund. This derpy cat needs caffeine, and your hard-earned dollars are very much appreciated.

Reblogs, comments, and kudos (AO3) also bring me so much joy, so thank you for interacting with me and my work. More Price is on the way!

Y'all are the best ✌️🩷

P.S. Do these two deserve a smutty follow-up tomorrow? I think they do. 😈 It is a leap year, after all.

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[ktkat99]

So I just re-read the WFA episode where the batkids thought Cass had a boyfriend and tried to give him the shovel talk and keep laughing at how they'd be after her first breakup.

Dick, leading Jason and Tim into Cass's bedroom, each of them holding a box- Hey, kiddo. We went and got your things from his place. I think this is everything. Here are your clothes, toothbrush, hair brush, and the book you said you left.

Tim- I also grabbed the knives you'd hidden around his place. And the hoodie you said you liked.

Jason- I got you some things I thought you might want for sentimental reasons

Jason, reaching into the box and pulling out things one at a time- Like the shoelaces to every shoe he owned, the television remote, all the attachments to his shaver

Jason- You know, I never saw my father buy batteries? It was always my mom who remembered? So I figured, just to be safe, I'd assume the same here and grab every battery I could find

Dick- When did he..?

Tim- I have... no idea...

Jason- I also grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer and the casings from exactly four outlets. Trust me, it will drive him crazy.

Jason, grabbing a second box- And then I raided his kitchen

[thehaberdasheress]

😳 People are actually commenting to ask for updates on my green coat project! Thank you!

So, I cut the butterfly patch up into pieces so I could spread the butterflies out across my coat. The first butterfly I did had a patch on the back to cover up one of the worn holes, and it went pretty well! I'm not used to cross stitch so I don't know if I was slow or fast, but it took me about an hour.

I did the outline first because the wool has a high halo, meaning it's kind of fuzzy with hairs standing out above the cloth. It means the patches didn't stick on as firmly as onto plain linen or cotton, so I wanted to make sure all important points were secured before filling in the rest of it.

I still have to whipstitch the edges of the patch to keep it from fraying, though it's less of a concern because this is dry-clean only.

For the second butterfly, I made. A mistake.

I'll struggle through, but UGH.

This is practically the centre of the coat. Amazing placement! It's gonna look awesome! HOWEVER,,, it's between two buttonholes, so the coat needs two layers of wool there, and I didn't want to stitch through both of them so I have to slide my hand between them to sew.

And... remember what I said about the halo?

Fuzz standing above the fabric turns into PILLS. I have a really great lint remover from a tailoring supply store, and I used it all over the outside of the coat, and the ordinary friction of everyday wear alone removes some of the halo on its own. This does, eventually, produce the kind of "shiny" patch that people in old novels note on men's suits to indicate a man who can't keep his clothing in the tip-top of fashion, but I'm not landed gentry and also don't care and also wandering off the subject.

The POINT is, that pocket between two layers of fabric (one wool, one soft interfacing)? Sure, they've been rubbed together plenty as the coat front bends and moves, but nothing and nobody, not me or friction or God on high, has ever removed all the pilling inside.

I have sensory processing disorder and this is the WOOOOORST. I made it like 20 minutes. It just feels greebly.

So I need to go to my brother's house, where I accidentally left my sewing kit, and retrieve my lint shaver (and leather thimble) (and everything else but I don't need it as much).

Until then, I remain your humble and obedient servant,

The Haberdasheress

[sunny-haven]

I feel really dumb for not realizing I'm trans until early this year, as I had been questioning if I was trans or just wanted to be a femboy ever since I drew this piece of my fursona in a maid outfit in 2020. It feels so obvious in hindsight, especially because of how many feelings that one piece of art awoke in me. I did have some trans friends at the time but it wasn't until I got to hang out with a lot of them and they were open about what transitioning was like. I think finding out that having both breasts and a d*ck was pretty normal for transfems also definitely helped a lot.

Some signs that I was definitely trans and not just wanting to be a femboy:

Discovering that I want my name to be Sunny as soon as I came up with that name for my fursona, and feeling really euphoric when others started calling me that name (and feeling weird, annoyed, etc. when others deadnamed me)

Feeling happy and euphoric from seeing my fursona as a woman, and experiencing those same feelings from imagining myself as one

Having my fursona be a shapeshifter only because I wanted her to be able to change her sex freely, only to mainly have her remain in feminine form, and then I stopped being a shapeshifter because I ended up sticking to my current form (having both breasts and a d*ck). A friend told me that my fursona was a "gynomorph" and I used that term for the longest time till I found out this year it's an objectifying term and saying "transfem" is better.

Drawing my fursona in various feminine outfits instead of slutty outfits/thigh highs that femboy furries tend to be drawn in (not a problem with that, btw)

Going by she/her pronouns for a week and stopping, not because it didn't feel right, but because I felt like I was being fake for trying to identify as a girl when my body didn't match. I even vented about it in one of my vent doodles:

Feeling extremely euphoric when I put on a feminine outfit I got at a Hot Topic that consisted of a white T-shirt, green overalls/skirt, and white stockings (I think that's the only time I got horny from wearing clothing as well)

Feeling dysphoric with all of my body hair but not having the mental energy to continuously shave it, and none of the femboys I talked with had that problem. I even got several electric shavers thinking that would help but it didn't suddenly give me the mental energy to make myself look better.

Feeling euphoric whenever I got around to shaving my face and being able to feel my face's smooth skin.

I quickly stopped having others call me "master" during hypnosis sessions and switched to "mistress", then eventually "goddess", and I felt very euphoric when called that.

Often describing myself as motherly and feeling euphoric whenever someone would call me "mom/mommy". It also just felt good to be nurturing and caring towards others.

Thinking about taking HRT semi-frequently but being afraid that because I didn't want to get rid of my dick, it would involve a lot of health complications (I didn't have much transfem friends at the time and I didn't really ask them much about HRT and transitioning, especially since one didn't want to talk about the fact that she was trans), and so I would just push it out of my mind.

Eventually I started going by she/her/he/him pronouns but I only went with he/him pronouns out of a sort of obligation, to not confuse any friends who were used to referring to me as he/him. Then I felt good when others used she/her and it felt weird when others used he/him. (This was close to the time I realized I was trans lol)

There were probably some other things too that I can't remember right now. But yeah, I can't get over I was still considering if I wanted to be a femboy with all of this stuff. I think it was the fact that I thought you had to feel like you are female and are in the wrong body (and probably had to feel more dysphoria than what I was feeling) to be transfem, whereas I wasn't super uncomfortable with my body but I really wanted to have the body my fursona has and felt euphoric whenever I got a little closer. I think hanging out with so many trans friends now broke that illusion for me, as I got to know what their bodies were like (which helped me realize that the body type I want is transfem and also isn't going to put me in a medically dangerous place), as well as the mental struggles they went through that I shared, and I'm really glad for that. It explained the big depression spike I went through in 2021 and 2022 (and am still somewhat going through) after discovering I'm possibly trans right before I moved out of my mom's place. Now I just need to actually work on getting HRT...

[soul-meister]

SHAVING STRUGGLES : poly!lost boys x chubby!fem!reader : the lost boys : one-shot

cw: petnames(babe, sweetcheeks, doll)

note: there's something in here that i personally do when shaving and didn't realize it might be weird to other people till i finished writing so just ignore it?

because of your current situation--which included a burning in your calf and back muscles, cuts you didn't even feel till blood was dripping down your legs, hair that seemed to become more and more endless the further you shaved up your legs, and loud music that hopefully drowned out your inner suffering--you didn't hear the usual knocking on your bedroom window coming from your boys wanting to be let in.

nor did you hear the frequency of the knocking increase in worry till a cracked form on the glass, and the feeling of another trying to push into your mind was played off as a headache forming from your frustration and the music.

you did, however, hear the sound of glass breaking in your room, but you played it off as your cat knocking down an object and not someone possibly breaking into your house, as you wanted--more like needed--to finish shaving your legs; you told yourself you'd go over your armpits and more private areas another day.

though, as your attention went back to the task at hand, you once again didn't hear the sound of heavy and quick footfall heading to the closed bathroom door.

your attention was pulled from your leg a second time when the door to the bathroom slammed open, and you just knew there was now an indent in the wall behind it.

you stared at the four vampires with one foot placed on the ledge of your tub, your leg bent awkwardly so you could get a somewhat better look at the back of your thigh.

and the only thing covering your body was a sports bra as you hated when you bent over and shaving cream was wiped off your leg and now on your clothing. so other than that one piece of cloth, you were practically naked.

"it's not eight-thirty(8:30) yet, is it?" you questioned, and now standing on both feet, you grabbed your washcloth from the side of the tub to begin wiping shaving cream from your body.

"we smelt blood. are you okay," david replied, not answering your question, but instead stepping further into the bathroom with the other two following in after him.

wait- two? it should be other three. david, paul, and dwyane were now surrounding you but where was marko? you were sure you saw him when your bathroom door almost fell off its hinges.

didn't matter when you took notice of the shoes that the trio was wearing--you didn't enjoy when they tracked dirt into your house, especially your bedroom. you sighed, "yes- why are you guys still wearing your shoes? you're supposed to place them under the window when coming in."

"we thought you were in danger," david mumbled, resting his hands on the fat of your waist. "we smelt blood, you weren't answering our knocking, and you wouldn't let me into your head."

paul began playing with your hair, "yeah, babe. you had us all worried."

"sorry, i couldn't hear y'all over the music and shaving requires a lot of concentration from me so i can get every. little. hair." you pulled yourself from david's grip and made your way past dwyane to the bathroom counter which held your radio and towel; you set the shaver and washcloth down.

"we can tell," dwyane spoke from behind you, his hips pushing into the plush of your ass as he brought an arm around you to turn down the radio for you while placing a kiss to the top of your head.

you smiled at the action before it quickly dropped when you pieced together the boys' entrance to the shattering sound from earlier. "did you guys break my window?" you questioned, turning to face your boyfriends as dwyane backed away at you accusation.

we thought you were in danger, doll, you heard from inside your head, the faded voice belonging to david as your were less focused than before--not by much because you were annoyed at them now for breaking your window.

"you said that already."

"but have we ever told you that you look really fucking sexy?" you saw how paul's eyes wandered over your plump and mostly bare figure, his eyes never staying in one place for too long. glancing at the other two, you saw dwyane's gaze repeatedly shift between your body and the wall behind you.

david's eyes casually traveled over your firm with a smirk on his face before lifting to meet your stare, his smile dropping at the unamused look in your eyes.

you grabbed the towel from the counter behind you and used it to cover your lower area from view.

"i mean, that's a really cute bra. where'd you get it, babe?"

"one, it's an old sports bra so it's not really 'cute', and two, you don't wear or buy me bras."

"i think i could rock a-"

david sighed, interrupting the taller blonde's rambling, "paul, just shut up."

"put your shoes away, fix my window and clean up any dirt you tracked in," you stepped closer them and began to shoo them out of the bathroom with one hand while the other still clutched onto the towel.

"but baaaabe," the twisted sister whined.

"get out."

marko watched his lovers leave the bathroom, hiding his grin with his fist as he didn't want to be punched by one them at the moment; don't get him wrong, he'd love to play wrestle with one of them but not in your house and definitely not when he could possibly get away with cleaning and instead be helping you out.

slipping into the bathroom, the curly blonde made his way up to your figure which was fiddling around with the radio, "hey, sweetcheeks," he spoke, leaning against the counter with his body facing yours.

glancing down, you took notice of the fact that he was shoeless--which made you somewhat content--but you were still irritated. "what do you need, marko? i want to finish shaving."

marko picked up the shaver from the counter, pinching it between his pointer finger and thumb, "just wondering if you wanted any help."

[choixsimple]

Do you hate summer because you have a low heat tolerance? I have a fun tip for you, from a person who's had heat intolerance her whole life in a place that gets 100+°F weather!

Buy a cheap ice shaver.

They come with freezer molds so you can freeze blocks in the right size. Fill the molds with watered down lemonade or watered down electrolyte mix of your choice (I like Propel powder but a lot of people like liquidIV, etc). Once they're frozen, just throw the blocks into the shaver and voila, you have pre-flavored shave ice that will help you stay hydrated and cool!

Don't feel like you have to limit yourself to one bowl or once a day — there are barely any calories if that's something you care about, and you're just hydrating yourself! Have five bowls a day who cares!!!

Bonus tip: They make ice packs in the shape of socks if you're someone whose feet simply cannot regulate temperatures (like me). I used to tie ice packs to the soles of my feet but the socks are way easier.

If you HAVE to go outside, they also make UV-blocking clothing, especially sunhats and shirts, which are magical. I have an insane looking fishing hat that has pieces that cover my neck (front and back) and most of my face, and the UV protection makes a huge difference for the actual heat in addition to preventing sunburn.

[trashywhiteboysea]

 “What will it be? Looks like you are really in a need of a haircut!” For a second the real Brian found his voice back. “Oh, I am not here for anything radical, just the tips, please!” But his new best bro Jerry was not ok with that. “DUUUUUDE, no way. U need a real cut, what about one like mine?” Jerry had a kind of super short high’n tight, the sides buzzed down to zero, the top around 5mms long, perfectly blended. “Oh no, I am not sure… I mean, it looks good on you (his cock already leaked again) but I think that is nothing for me. I only want” and in that moment his mind snapped again and he observed himself in terror saying: “Top 6mm, sides and back shaved smooth with a razor, high, no blending, that’s more my style!” OH NO IT IS NOT YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHAT ARE U DOING HERE!!! The barber just nodded and without much further asking started to buzz down all his long and luscious dark brown hair that had just reached his shoulders down with a no. 2 guard. He was not only screaming inside his head, in fact he saw tears in his eyes as all his long locks slid down the cape and fell to the floor, not longer part of him, nothing but garbage. He never had a buzzcut in his life and it was such a strange cut. Hair was very thick, and it looked like a velvet carpet on his head. With some strokes, the last long hair in his nape was shorn off and here he was with a no.2 buzzcut. He was so nervous, he grabbed his ciggies and smoked in the barber-chair, not even asking if that was ok, but the barber didn’t mind, in fact, he grabbed one, too before he took another clipper, this time without a guard. He knew what was coming but he was shaking. The barber was merciless. With the sharp blades, he removed all but an oval island in the form of a rugby ball. All that was left was rough, white sandpaper. The shaking grew stronger, but the barber did not seem to care at all. Methodically, he shore off all the short hair and Brian saw the bristle rain to the floor and fly through the room. He pressed his eyes together, while he clawed himself with both hands in the arms of the chair. The barber changed the clippers again, now using an Andi’s shaver. With circular movements he shaved every tiny hair and left nothing but snow-white skin. Brian briefly opened his eyes, thinking he had to faint. But the procedure was not over, oh no! The barber went to the back, probably into his warehouse, and got a small metal cup. In these he filled hot water and then began to touch foam with a shaving brush. Only then he moistened a towel with very hot water and then put the cloth around Brian’s shaven head. The barber offered him another cigarette, which he eagerly took to calm his nerves.